Years ago I wrote a bunch of Halo theme poetry that I thought would be a laugh to share with you guys. At the time I posted it on Bungie and it had a pretty good response and I thought it would be interesting to see what you guys thought of it! So with out futher ado:
Ode to Valentines Massacre competitors:
When are the winners gonna be announced?
Is there still a chance I haven’t been trounced?
Why wont Bungie just hurry up and say?
I know there’s still a chance I’ve won V-day!
I got double kills, team assists and sticks,
I played halo all day and ditched “my chicks.”
Stayed up all night with my home-boy Gary,
Playing V-day, Hetero-blam!-ly.
Where’s my Recon? Where’s my special armor?
Wait any longer and I’ll become a self harmer.
I hate you Bungie for all that you’ve done!
You’ve ruined your game and made it no fun!
(Please do not take this seriously, this was just something for fun I did to mock all the V-day threads)
Ode to Foundry
I had fun forging on your empty plain.
Building bases/forts, again and again.
I hated your default, so built my own.
Ditching my friends to play forge alone.
You were there for me, when I lost doubles.
Forged for hours and you heard my troubles.
I built towers high and tunnels galore,
Forged day and night, I was -blam!- hardcore.
But now I have found a new friend at hand,
Bigger and better and covered in sand.
Its name is Sandbox, a true forgers dream!
3 levels to play with, to the extreme.
Farewell dear Foundry, we shan’t forge again,
I shan’t miss your shape or slanted wall pain.
Goodbye to your textures that were not flat,
Stupidly hard for MLG combat.
However our time spent shall be treasured,
Although, Sandbox’s forge potential is unmeasured.
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This was just a little a poem I made to say farewell to Foundry forgeries as I doubt, with Sandbox in my arsenal, will be forging on it for quite some time. Enjoy it, hate it, laugh at it I don’t mind. You know you’ll all be doing the same thing when you have the new maps 
ODST Poem
(Scribbled poem found on a bloodstained notepad clutched in the hands of the dead body of an ODST in the streets of New Mombasa.)
Drop out of the heavens, into the fire,
Falling through ash, situation seems dire.
Plummeting down, into the jaws of Hell,
Preparing to drop, in my empty cell.
My coffin hurtles down towards its grave,
Accompanied by more, wave after wave.
Metallic rain soaks the burial mound,
My tomb falls onwards and hits urban ground.
Hours creep by and I emerge from my crypt,
Phantoms scream in the sky, brutes have been shipped.
I stalk the streets in search of my allies,
Once regrouped, we can regain our prize.
A strange ally insures I’m not alone,
-Yoink!- me and guides me into the unknown.
I keep to the right:its advice is lean,
The Superintendant must keep it clean.
I decided to write a poem about the Halo 3 ODST Trailer, here is a link to a video I made incorporating the poem.
So yeah, that’s it really. I know they’re nothing special but I hope you found them interesting to read. Who knows I may even write something for Halo 4 ;).